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Well, daddy wore a Stetson and a hundred dollar suit

Developed a cravin' for the black man's blues

At five card stud,      he knew his way around the tables

Lay it down boys,       I'm takin' it home to the baby


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Little Junior,  The gypsy child
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Only goin' through once and I'm going,  through in style


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Yeah like my daddy,     I've been around too, And as far as cravins I've got,  quiet a few

Long legged women,      diamonds and cars, Old aged whiskey and all night bars

The boggie woggie and a real good smoke,        Sittin' on ready on a another toke

I like my lovin' when Lou - Lou's in town,      And you can bet your dollar she's comin' around

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Raised without a mother, So I'm a mother myself,        I've been known to raise some hell